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Aisling murmured into her lips, “I don’t understand.”

“What?”

“I don’t understand how someone so beautiful can spend so much of their time trying to disappear.” Aisling sat up on her knees. “If I looked like you, I’d make sure everyone knew it.”

Brook leaned back on both hands invitingly. “You don’t look like me, but you are very, very deliciously beautiful, Ash. I assure you.”

Aisling crawled into her lap, straddling her thighs. “Delicious enough that you wake up wanting to watch me get sweaty in my bakery every morning?”

“Absolutely. And help you prepare every evening.”

Aisling settled, tail wrapping around Brook’s calf. “Thank you.”

Brook cocked her head. “For helping you?”

Aisling shook her head. “For letting me see you.”

To her surprise, Brook’s eyes suddenly appeared wet.

Aisling experienced a surge of panic. “What is it?”

Brook wiped her eyes with the back of one hand, laughing. “Being seen always means… duties. Obligations. But with you it just means…”

Aisling leaned in and caught her mouth with another brief but sincere kiss. She understood, and so she said, “Yes. Good. Exactly.”

Brook kissed her again, deeper and hotter right from the start. She wrapped an arm around Brook’s waist, tickled the base of her tail with the other hand, and held her close as they kissed, and kissed, and then kissed some more.

Which was all well and good, but the fire in Aisling’s belly spurred her onward. She pulled back just enough to murmur, “Is it time for me to use you all up?”

Brook huffed out a laugh. “Please.”

Aisling tugged at the hem of Brook’s shirt, lifting it. “I know some things you like… but is there anything else…?”

Brook leaned back to let her pull the shirt over her head. Her face was faintly red as she replied, “Well, I did buy a, uh. Toy.”

Aisling frowned at first, uncertain. Then she realized—she’d seen such things in Copperford but never indulged. Yet. She grinned and went up on her knees again, to get out of the way. “Show me.”

Brook tugged at Aisling’s shirt—which was all she had on, at the moment. This time, as Brook crawled across the bed to the table, Aisling stripped naked with no hesitation. She threw the shirt into the pile with Brook’s, and by the time she finished, Brook was back. She presented her toy, which was surprisingly small, soft but firm, and shaped like an elongated, partially flattened egg.

Aisling gave the thing a squeeze. It vibrated in response. “Oooh!”

Brook bit at her bottom lip. “They said it has a waterproofing enchantment, too.”

“Oh.” And then Aisling giggled. She was already very, very wet just from the kissing. “Good. Have you tried it?”

Brook shook her head. “Not yet. I forgot all about it when I saw you.”

Aisling wasted no time. She pushed Brook gently down onto her back and then crawled between her legs. She squeezed the toy a little harder, and this time it kept vibrating. She buried her face in one side of Brook’s long, lovely neck, kissing and licking at it. And she ran the vibrating toy down the other side, into her armpit.

Brook giggled and clamped her arm down. “Too ticklish!”

“Shame,” Aisling lied, kissing her way lower, into Brook’s well-defined collarbone. She ran the thinner side of the vibrating egg along the side, then underside of Brook’s small, delightfully formed breast.

Brook laughed again but didn’t shy away. So Aisling continued kissing her way down one side, and applied the vibrator to the other, specifically brushing it over Brook’s nipple until it hardened prettily. Brook tangled her fingers in Aisling’s hair, holding it out of her face, and gave a little moan of anticipation. “I never thought about using it there,” she murmured.

“Oh, I mean to use it everywhere,” Aisling assured her. She kissed lower, until her lips brushed Brook’s other nipple, then licked at it. She teased the other with the vibrator.

Brook squirmed under her, rocking up into Aisling’s thigh. Brook’s pussy was warm, leaving Aisling’s skin wet in its wake.